Creative South Abomination

In honor of our time spent at Creative South, I drew this is peach-person-abomination thing, because why the hell not. I don’t draw with my mitts often, but when I do, I try to ensure that it’s some sort of monstrous, existential chimera. Behold: The sloppy work of my Franken-hands.

My buds drew some other peaches that you can check out, too (here).

We’re pitting them up against each other and the winner buys bourbon for the 2 non-winners (see also: losers). If I win, my peach will get all he’s ever wanted: His death.